Springfield Elementary School

who had anger problems. There are not enough fingers to count my friends from elementary school, there was Skylynn , Aaliyah, Irie, Makia, and Nevaeh. They all helped me become who I am today. Makia helped we with my sassiness I’ve always been bossy but she gave me a good argument sometimes, I always won but she helped me with good comebacks. Aaliyah was sweet but took control she was like the queen B of Elementary School but she was the nice once that everybody would be cool with before she left

result, my mom, brother and I were situated in the living room with a futon to rest on. Most of the time, my dad wasn’t around but his absence more of a relief than a tragedy. While my home environment did play a role in who I became, I feel that my school life had more influence in the shape of my character. Back then, I had only lived in Dallas for four years

skills in my early years of elementary school since my doctor diagnosed me of having an speech delay. Both my parents also never obtained an education in the U.S. as my mother stayed home to raise me and my father needed work three jobs to support our family at the time, which meant I rarely noticed him throughout my childhood since he was either working or reposing for his next job. When I began elementary school, I would be directed towards the cafeteria after school while the rest of my friends

goodbye to your friends after school on Friday and anxiously awaiting Monday morning to see them again. Now children have the opportunity to remain connected to their peers 24/7. Instead of a playground argument ending at the sound of the recess whistle, today those disagreements can potentially continue online through various social media accounts. With a rise in technology use in the classroom, there is also the opportunity for virtual confrontations within the school building. There is a fine line

Things that one may have been or done before, are irrelevant to what is being done today. It doesn’t matter who one was before, only who they are right now. Yesterday, someone may have been awesome, but they’re a fool if they think that they can base their merit off of yesterday. Some people will do great things but no one is going to remember what they said and if they were popular or not. In Macbeth, written by William Shakespeare, Macbeth struggled with an inner conflict, choosing to kill the

hate assigned reading. I know, “hate” is a strong word, but elementary-school-me had strong feelings. Especially when I was sat at the dining table, cramming hundreds of word in my brain before the next day, the due date for every second grader to read a whopping total of a thousand words. Given we had a few months to do this, but even at a young age I practiced the art of procrastination. This happened frequently during elementary school years, me freaking out, frantically turning pages of book after

society have not really mixed well in my view. When I was a kid, I would read for fun and for educational purposes, and the society around me would be saying that the higher you can read the better. In middle school, I started to not read for amusement, but more for education. Finally, in high school, being forced to read felt like annoying, busy work. Honestly, I do not have a deep story of how reading has greatly affected me in my more recent years, but I know that reading created a big image of how

My earliest memories of writing and reading started in kindergarten. I feel blessed to have been able to start school and be introduced to an education. I probably had the best kindergarten teacher I could have been given at the time. This is fundamental because this very teacher started my foundation for reading and writing. Unlike some people, my experiences during elementary school were very positive towards building my relationship with literacy. My kindergarten teacher made learning for me

words that my parents heard all the time which caused deep anger in them with me during my elementary school years. I never did my work mainly because I never payed attention when I should have been. There was even a point where my 7th grade teacher had to write down the homework in my agenda so my parents would see what I had to do, as if I were still a Kindergarten student.I got bullied during elementary school which is why I would focus more on what to wear, how to look, and who I would do homework

been beat, I’ve been framed, I’ve been laughed at. It doesn’t stop. My family doesn’t care either. My mom is too busy to worry about me and my dad left me years ago. My brother went to pursue a music career and never came back. I’m all alone. At school they called me a loser; I don’t even go there anymore. I stay at my house all day, scrounging for food in the fridge. Sometimes I lie on my bed thinking about questions I can’t answer. Was I a mistake? Was I a failure? Did I do something wrong? Why